left copped out coopted by right1
let our children play out the folly of our plight
mindful eyes shut to keep out the light
shall we just play peekaboo with night?
The difference between poetry and rhetoric
is being ready to kill
instead of your children.
Audre Lorde, Power
1. “Right coopted Left copped out” – Coined by my friend Faraz Hussain while discussing how adept the mainstream is in appropriating all progressive talk and defanging it of radical potential.
where do we go to settle our debts once the rags have been
the rope of not-having-been
closes round our
necks? do we stare into an abyssed ball for futures? does the
weight of a grassblade
shake our weeded yet-to-comes?
if through this word is to flow
the unheeded burn of the other’s weight if through this word
is sifted the witch’s
soothe and her meaning, the
howl of burn & stitch of
war if through this word is stone my brother & river my stone
would the calm
of a paper heathen suppress care
suppress her hooded scream?
As I begin to familiarize myself with Silvia Federici’s work on reclaiming the commons and linking witch-hunting with the birth of capitalism, I attempt a playful weaving of some of her very powerful insights into verse.